#queue tbd.

       ‘ sneaky little bastard. ’ keith still threads his fingers through the cats dark fur as she eats from the small dish of food. he’d been filling it up outside of his place for a few weeks now. it’s a rare moment of open affection that he shows here though, one reserved usually for instances few and far between. then he’s reminded of his companion and he clears his throat to hide his embarrassment as he straightens up. ‘ ‘m done. let’s just go get food. ’

"i don't think i've seen you around before," N hums, curiously looking over nessa. "are you new to the planet?"

disgusting .

   ‘ could I sit here?? all the other tables are full. ’ normally waylon would have just left; he’s not so concerned with his lack of social interaction these days and his home is just a good of place to finish his coffee as any. today’s not a -- bad day though. he’ll enjoy it while he can, which is why he sucked it up and asked the guy with the only other seat available. ‘ if you’re waiting for someone, that’s alright. i’m not trying to be a bother. ’